Where I'm At pt. ii

Back in action like Michael Jackson
When black attracted everything and everyone without the white fold tryna match it
I'm tryna package the qualities that can reach the masses
And when I pack it rip the plastic so you could check for damage
From part one as you can see I'm still stuck in the past
But the only difference now is I'm showing my ass
To show the world the music consuming is not to last
Lettin niggas brag about a bag they prolly to had
It's so comical I chuckle when I hear it loud
Like a question I've been hearing that's going around
Who's the next generation artist to wear the crown
If you listen now you'll figure out the answers in the sound
Of the hardest muthafucka coming out the west
I used to be modest about it now I say it with my chest
And when I beat on it the beat usually getting put to rest
A long with these rappers that think they hard cause they banging a set
I'm coming for blood
I'm coming for Cuh
Or whatever you does

I figured that it isn't enough
I'm calling ya bluff
I'm going stupid swanging my nutts
Cause i don't lean on break a leg
To lean on as a crutch
But, I wish he had it when they slid and took my nigga Melly
He was a great he died
And left the same as makaveli
Bro was a staple ina hood for more a quarter century
Separatin himself from the niggas that's compared to many
Leaving a legacy
Unfortunate it ends with lead
I'm in my bed I got the call when they pronounced him dead
Now I get nervous around some niggas keep one in the head
The others ona swivel
In the middle with tears I done shed
Man
I swear to God this life I live is tuff
I had a woman I love tell me it's not enough
And when she did it's hard to say that I ain't give a fuck
And Everytime I think of us
I think we did this all for what
Fuck
Now I'm in my head Explain to my new bitch the reason that I ain't make it yet
I told her maybe for safety
Baby you know it's baby steps
Then kicked her out the crib cause she don't ever match my intellect
I been a mess
Been giving less
Been feeling stress
And never met
A person that could tell me or give me a reasons not to flex, I been a threat
Mufucka You just ain't know it yet
And I bet they bang my music ina set that bang the best
Cause I could sing it
I could Rap it
I could Trap it
If you throw me where the beat is I'm smoother than Michael Jackson
Moon walking on my stage That's getting made for never actin
If I'm signing to you and label it's labeled as more attractive
I promise to be honest to myself and to you niggas man
This beat loop any longer it's more niggas dead than taliban
Just understand
Who I am, and what I do, and can
I gotta upper hand on a Bible oathing to God's plan
In fact
Rap is easy y'all could have it back
This the start of me showing you that I'm more than that
I just upped the score and all you niggas check the stat
It's SlumSons in this bitch
And that's where I'm at